Sunday, March 20, 2016

Why Not Call The Cops?

“She’s supposed to be out at the whorehouse,” said Tiffany.  “We have a whorehouse.  Courtesy of the wind towers we have a whorehouse, but now that all the wind towers are built and all, it’s probably going to shutdown.  Some guys have gotten used to it, locals I mean, but not enough, I would think, to keep it going.
“I don’t know if Hope is actually working there or not.  It’s out at Butcher’s Camp.  She was out there, but she might’ve just been crashing.  Then like screwing with me because she was bored.  Making me think she’s a hooker or whatever. I know where it is.  But I’ve never gone inside.  I don’t want to go inside unless Hope actually is in there in which case I’d probably have to drag her out.  She’s lazy and if she isn’t she’s scared and if she isn’t scared she’s angry and just wants to self-immolate or something.  She wants to burn up and thinks she can set the whole world on fire from just her embers.  She’s selfish like that.  It’s really, really frustrating.”
“She’s a kid?” asked Sipe.
“Yeah.  My age,” said Tiffany.  “A little younger.  Barely.”
“Why not call the cops?”
     She laughed.  



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2 comments:

  1. My favorite line: "She wants to burn up and thinks she can set the whole world on fire from just her embers. She’s selfish like that. It’s really, really frustrating."

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